This is a song about "The maryland southern colony"

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Bringin in the new world and possibly a colony/

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I wonder why we take from our women

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Busy raising babies and living on tour

Fuck the rest, we keep it nice and trill, southern takeover

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

It's the southern takeover were eating the rest,no peace in this death punch his teeth in his neck

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Where i free the people from being a colony

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see